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Winter, You’re Beautiful But I’m Done With You

Last year at this time I had flowers:

Holy Global Warming Batman!

This year not so much. Here’s the same spot today:

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I’ve hit that age where winter is no longer fun for me. Snow doesn’t mean tobogganing or snowmen, it means shoveling and slogging. If I were independently wealthy and could sit all day sipping <insert beverage>, and *looking* at the snow it would be A O K. Lets imagine we can do that, alright?

Look at my little happy tree:

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You can’t hide from me Mr. Blue Jay:

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I have a 3-pack of Mourning Doves. If I could tell them apart I would name them 1 of 3, 2 of 3, and 3 of 3. But I can’t tell them apart.

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Squirrel!

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Ahhhh. Enjoying that imaginary cuppa? I sure am.

Are you as done with winter as I am? The Groundhog said there would be an early spring. He lied.

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I am disappoint.

This Tree Will Eat Your Soul…

It looks as if it has eaten some already. I found this tree outside a little mall in my little town. The top’s been cut off and it is probably going to be taken out as they finish renovating. But I got some awesome pictures before it’s gone.

This tree will eat your soul

Heeelllppp meeeee

 

Who is Visiting My Hedgerow?

The Hedgerow is in bloom and it’s full of bees and butterflies. These are just the ones I managed to photograph:

There are literally hundreds of bees. If bees are disappearing, it doesn’t seem like it on a day like today.

And look at this Tiger Swallowtail. I got within inches of him:

A Painted Lady:

A Red Admiral. There were sooo many of these:

What I couldn’t catch: something that looked like a Monarch that wouldn’t stay still, either a Comma or a Question Mark, and something else with orange and black checkers.My garden is usually full of Cabbage Whites but oddly I didn’t see even one today.

I love spring. It’s peony season too:

 

All pictures copyright me. I’m thrilled that camera technology is advanced enough that even I take a half decent picture.

Early, Early Strawberries

Look what I pulled out of my garden today:

yummy global warming berries...

I’m in Zone 6, where the average first frost-free date is May 9th. Pick-your-own strawberry places don’t open for business until mid-June. And here we are on May 29th and I already have cups and cups of garden fresh strawberries. I’ve been thinking about what to do with them, but honestly I will probably have them eaten before I decide what to do…